The story of the northwestern forest

THAT IS NORTH

Who would have the opportunity to cross the Northwest can be recognized, this place has the habit of making ghosts for the dead.

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Ghost houses are usually erected in a separate area of ​​the designated forest. These ghost houses are usually only about one square meter wide, and around them are many figurines, mannequins and tall pillars planted in the sky with colorful tassels.

My grandfather's house in Chieng Chieng commune, fifteen km far from Song Ma town. And the distance to go from my home up to Chieng Sy is the ancient past to go through a ghost forest of the Thai. According to the custom of the Thai people, it is a sacred land and restricted travel, but the Kinh people themselves to colonize the custom and still go through the ghost forest because it is a shortcut.  

That year I was fourteen years old, followed my parents to play grandfather's house. Roads in this period are very difficult, the earth is raining, the only downside is that the flock of duck, gravel and very lax. Next to there are places where the stream passes, the car can not walk but must carry the car to be able to continue..

My grandfather came down from town early, and at the same time departed home with my parents' motorbike. He cycled, but the speed was several times faster than a motorbike, as evidenced by the fact that my parents released a motorbike that was just overtaken by a motorcyclist and disappeared from the rough roads. . Today my parents launched the car trails familiar, the car went to the forest ghosts are not sure why the car turned off. My father got off the car, took forever to repair but not, finally had to walk. The forest is only about one kilometer wide. My parents and I keep driving the car forever and forever, but in the end, we turn right back to the original place where they come in.  

My mother mentally:

- Oh how do you look at it, how come from now on I still go back to this place. As if there is a ghost ...

My father waved his hand:

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Nonsense, mischievous spirit, trail it around you do not know the road and stray back to the old, but the devil it lead the way!

My mother insisted:

- There are ways, but also the other way, not to lead the way, why do not you stay here forever, or I go round him ...

My father shook his head not to agree, because he thought the detour would take an hour or more. And he asserted that this old way he used to go, go back to the district to learn, what happened. Still dragging my mother and son to follow.

And this time the result was the same as before, when my daddy was sure we could get out of the woods, everything was the same and we returned.

At this time, my father just heard my mother said, to change the route, he saw the car from the forest ghosts out, the bike running towards us. He just saw my parents and said:

- What are you doing here? It's late night so why not go home, I do not wait to see you come back so impatient to report back ...

My father explained for a moment and told me that I was not sure why I was detouring. My grandfather said:
 

- You are led by ghosts it! Come on, follow me...

He said, then turned his bike to the front of the road, he walked slowly and occasionally observed around a corner, then swam away salt on the side of the road, telling the devil he saw that salt would not harm him. Then led the way straight, and after a while we got out of the forest where the ghost on the other side, still in the path. After this time, every time my family to visit his grandfather, must bring some salt next to people then dare to go into the ghost forest.